This girl in the coffee shop stubbed her cigarette on the same cup i used to put mine out
And every cigarette we killed in it together
Was a word we spoke to each other

I cant help but feel a tinge of annoyance seeing someone else extinguish their cigarette in OUR cup
Every tap of their *** to clean the ashes off felt like a throb in my head
The girl glances at me from her table
I dont look back anymore